Patricia Briggs
Patricia Briggs
Patricia Briggsis an American writer of fantasy since 1993, and author of the Mercy Thompson urban fantasy series...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
CountryUnited States of America
sleep eye boys
A second floor window opened, and Kyle stuck his head and shoulders out so he could look down at us. “If you two are finished playing Cowboy and Indian out there, some of us would like to get their beauty sleep.” I looked at Warren. “You heard ‘um Kemo Sabe. Me go to my little wigwam and get ‘um shut-eye.” “How come you always get to play the Indian?” whined Warren, deadpan. “Cause she’s the Indian, white boy,” said Kyle.
dog sleep needs
I'm not threatening to kill myself. But you need to know this about me because—if you want to be my mate—I won't be like Leo. I won't let you sleep around with anyone else. I won't be forced either. I've had enough. If that makes me a dog in the manger, so be it. But if I am yours, then you damned well are going to be mine." - Anna to Charles
giving-up sleep home
You should be home sleeping. What is the use of having a man in the house, if he cannot take care of you for a while?” “Mmm,” I said. “I give up. What's the use of having a man in the house?
fall sleep three
Are we going to Portland?" I asked. "Or Multnomah Falls?" He smiled at me. "Go to sleep." I waited three seconds. "Are we there yet?" His smile widened, and the last of the usual tension melted from his face. For a smile like that, I'd...do anything.
sleep world stories
You'd tell the world what your best friend wore to sleep if you thought it made a good enough story.
sleep doe want
Where does a werewolf sleep? Anywhere he wants to.
sleep pronouns going-to-sleep
You will eat this and go to sleep, so your pronouns get their antecedents back.
moving fall sleep
She was on the far side, leaving two cold feet of mattress between them. He knew that she'd fall asleep like that... and then gradually move over until she was plastered against him. Then he could go to sleep, too.
sleep men mercy
Mercy: “Can't sleep with a dead man in my closet.” Ben: “You killed someone?” Ben asked with interest
lying sleep would-be
See you tomorrow,” he said, instead. “All right.” Then, impulsively, I asked, “Do you have a place to sleep tonight?” “Sure,” he said with a smile, and started off as if he had somewhere to be. I could have bitten off my tongue because I pushed him into a lie. Once he started lying to me, it would be harder to get him to trust me with the truth. I don’t know why it works that way, but it does—at least in my experience.
moving men tree
His grandfather had often told him that he tried too hard to move trees when a wiser man would walk around them.
thinking littles complicated
It was complicated. I understood it, mostly, but I had to think a little sideways to do it.
dream garbage-cans frogs
I was in the middle of a dream about garbage cans and frogs - don't ask, and I won't tell.
mercy revelations minutes
Mercy?” “Just a minute,” I told Adam. “I'm in the middle of a revelation.